No ftores beneath it's humble thatch Requir'd a mafter's care; And now when busy crowds retire And spread his vegetable store, And, skill'd in legendary lore, Around in fympathetick mirth But nothing could a charm impart, His rifing cares the Hermit fpy'd, And whence, unhappy youth,' he cry'd, • From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant doft thou rove? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, • Or unregarded love? Alas! Stothard del Walker fculp Plate V. Pablifhd as the Act directs, by Harrikn&C, April 1,1781. Page 355, line 5. Alas! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paultry things • More trifling ftill than they. And what is Friendship but a name, A fhade that follows wealth or fame, And Love is ftill an emptier found, To warm the turtle's neft. For fhame, fond youth! thy forrows hush, |